Stomp Thru - Smif-N-Wessun, Joell Ortiz, Rock

When Smif N Wessun preforms it’s guns out

Not Daryl Simmons but D Ace I runs house

Smack earth, wind and fire out niggas who run mouth

Streets cold like the winter, birds gone fly south

Put your kids in a corner like time out

Look nigga, I don’t give two fucks what you rhyme 'bout

All your boring war stories, your shorty’s, your lyin' 'bout

Get you all up in the hallway your body is lying now

Nigga, we dough getters

Ho' hitters, you got to feel us

Cocksuckers

You know why?

We gorillas

Spot rushers, head busters

The flow so vicious, you motherfuckers made you can’t touch us

Gun holster on my shoulder

Money folder, bank stopper

Brand dropper, six thrower

Louie rocker, bottle of clicq' popper

And for the green card I get your ass laced proper

See me, I ain’t got ta'

Introduce myself I’m the bank stopper

Win the dice game proper

7−1-8 Partna'

The zip code, where the fifth flows, a clip load

At your kinfolk, get dough, no info

For the price though, we gutter we don’t talk

Leave it on the streets like skellyboards and old chalk

These things on our waist somehow give us a cold heart

The closest thing to a Benz in my hood was a go-kart

We’re gonna stomp through

Any hood we feel like stomping through

Dump, on anyone of you

Just say you want it who?

We from the swamps

Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true

But we ain’t who you wanna run into

We’re gonna stomp through

Any hood we feel like stomping through

Dump, on anyone of you

Just say you want it who?

We from the swamps

Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true

But we ain’t who you wanna run into

Nope

The hammer come with a coola'

That might slam into your medulla

It’s bug what I do for the love of Karim the ruler

Showed me maneuvers I use the Ruger to shoot ya

For snoozing I leave you losers behind a pool of manure

Do ya just like Medusa, body stiff not moving ya

Your mommy sitting boo hooin'

Your boo is screwin' a new friend

You and your crew gonna need more than a deuce deuce to move in

Got guns like Bruce Bruce on heavy metal music

You’re kinda young so just let me learn you

That I keep a 40. underneath the thermal

And a leather pair of stowaway gloves

So it’s, no prints, no bodies, no judge

And that means no case no charges

You an atheist if you don’t fuck with the god

And I turn stacks, thousands from pennies

Coppin' PRP jeans right from

And I cop bottles of E&J from right from Richie

Liquor store, get a whore then go pipe her silly

In a room for like 50 dollars

No we not doing dinner at no Benihana’s

I just ordered chicken, holla

Ma I’m so gutter, no sister, no brother

One mother, no father, no problem, oh brother

Y’all gonna jump me again?

Let’s do it bitch

Cuz like the only thing running is my nose when I’m sick

We’re gonna stomp through

Any hood we feel like stomping through

Dump, on anyone of you

Just say you want it who?

We from the swamps

Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true

But we ain’t who you wanna run into

We’re gonna stomp through

Any hood we feel like stomping through

Dump, on anyone of you

Just say you want it who?

We from the swamps

Tryna get up and get out and get that money, true

But we ain’t who you wanna run into

Nope